When I'm Just a Memory

A quiet guy with a distant stare? A hard case who grumbled like a grizzly bear? A sad-eyed clown who could make you laugh? A face peering blankly from a photograph? How will you remember me when I’m just a memory? A stern old man you could not deceive? A tall-story teller full of make believe? A lullaby that you liked to hear? A bag full of pretzels and a can of beer? How will you remember me when I’m just a memory? I walk away from the hometown lake where we used to swim, Getting more remote with each step I take as the light grows dim And my thoughts turn back to him… When my dad died, I was twelve years old. I’ve searched for mementos, but the trail’s gone cold. Hope your scrapbook is more complete than mine, Like gift wrap and ribbons ‘round a box of time. How will you remember me when I’m just a memory?